WhenTheMusicStops

When The Music Stops (Explicit) - Eminem (埃米纳姆)/D12

Lyrics by：Denaun Porter/Marshall Mathers/Von Carlisle/DeShaun Dupree Holton/Rufus Johnson/Ondre Moore/Theron Feemster

Composed by：Denaun Porter/Marshall Mathers/Von Carlisle/DeShaun Dupree Holton/Rufus Johnson/Ondre Moore/Theron Feemster

Bizarre：

Music reality sometimes it's hard to tell the difference

But we as entertainers have a responsibility to these kids

Psych

Eminem：

If I were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow

Would you feel sorrow show love or would it matter

Could never be the lead-off batter

If there ain't s**t for me to feed off I'm see-saw battlin'

But there's way too much at stake for me to be fake

There's too much on my plate

I done came way too far in this game to turn and walk away

And not say what I got to say

What the f**k you take me for a joke you smokin' crack

'Fore I do that I'd beg Mariah to take me back

I'll get up 'fore I get down run myself in the ground

'Fore I put some wack s**t out

I'm tryna smack this one out the park five-thousand mark

Y'all steady tryna drown a shark

Ain't gon' do nothin' but piss me off

Lid to the can of whip-a*s just twist me off

See me leap out pull a piece out

F**k shootin' I'm just tryna knock his teeth out

F**k with me now b***h let's see you freestyle

Talk is cheap

Motherf**ker if you really feelin' froggish leap

Yo Slim you gon' let him get away with that

He tried to play you you can't let him escape with that

Man I hate this crap

This ain't rap this is crazy the way we act

When we confuse hip-hop with real life when the music stops

Swifty McVay：

Ain't no gettin' rid of McVay if so you would've tried

The only way I'm leavin' this b***h is suicide

I have died clinically

Arrived back at my enemy's crib with Hennessy

Got drunk then I finished him

I'm every n***a's favorite archenemy

Physically fitted to be the most dangerous n***a with beef

I spark willingly with a Dillinger in the dark diligently

I'm not what you think

I appear to be f**ked up mentally endangered

I can't stay away from a razor

I just want my face in a paper

I wish a n***a had a grenade to squeeze tight to awake neighbors for acres

I'll murder you I gauge and have me turn into

A mad man Son of Sam b***h I'm surgical

I'm allergic to dyin' you think not

You got balls we can see how large when the music stops

Kon Artis：

I was happy havin' a deal at first

Thought money would make me happy

But it only made my pain worse

It hurts when you see your friends turn their back on you dawg

And you ain't got nothin' left but your word and your balls

And you're stressed from the calls of your new friends

Beggin' with their hands out